"Of course, of course," the young man said, "it is a matter of fifty ounces."
The two bandits had a shudder of joy, and their tiger cat eyeballs flashed.
"Caray," they said.
"Does that suit you?"
"Fifty ounces? Of course it is a tough job."
"Perhaps so."
"No odds."
"There will be a man to kill."
"All the worse for him," said Panchito.
"Does it suit you still?"